Homage to Sir Paul

Now that you're older, dyeing your hair,
Many years from then.
Yes, we'll still be sending you a valentine.
Birthday greetings, bottles of wine.
If you drop by at quarter to three,
We won't lock the door.

Yes, we'll still need you,
Yes we'll still feed you
Now you're sixty-four.

We're all older, too.
And if you say the word, we'll be there for you.


If you ask nicely, we won't refuse
Now your wife has gone.
We can knit you sweaters by the fireside
Sing along to "Ticket To Ride."
Back in the garden, smoking some weed,
Who could ask for more?
Yes, we'll still need you,
Yes we'll still feed you
Now you're sixty-four.

Every time you tour we'll buy our tickets each and every night
if it's not too dear.
We shall scrimp and save.
Go with kids on our knee,
Hoping they'll behave.

We'll send out postcards, drop you a line
Stating point of view.
Indicating everything we'd like to say
Wishing you a Happy Birthday.
Here is our answer, a filled-in form,
Yours forevermore.
Yes, we'll still need you,
Yes we'll still feed you
Now you're sixty-four!

(Whoo!)